As I was writing an article on the current world leaders’ stance on climate change, I got to thinking what would happen if nature takes matter to its hand while all of us quibble on who should take responsibility for the climate damage, who should pay more, or even denying that climate change is real. The outcome is below –
In a realm where all things were in array
A starving man, his life swept away
Begged mother nature, heart forlorn
For food to fill his frame, to be reborn
Out of concern, she granted him her grace
With food to end his hunger’s embrace
Elated, he returned, with his kindred in tow
To feast on the bounty, that she bestowed
Heedless were his men, who ravaged her gifts
Her pleas of despair went through the rifts
Forests set ablaze, their smoke mourning shroud
Animals hunted, plants crushed and plowed.
Nature wept, imploring them to cease,
To repent and to grant her heart’s release
Man, lugubrious, promised to atone
With sapient leaders planning, greenness will once again be on throne.
Time passed, yet man’s monstrosity never cease, but grow
Mother Nature’s tears, an unending flow
She begged again, “My children, please, take heed
For in your wake, I wither like a weed.”
But man, defiant, chided her despair,
“You doubt your children’s love, our hearts laid bare,
We’d never harm you, Mother, hear our cry,
We’ll shield your grace, beneath your azure sky.”
At that, a tempest, fire, and brimstone roared,
Man’s arrogance, in an instant, deplored,
A flood engulfed his kin, his world undone,
He gazed at Nature, shadows blocking sun.
“You’d care for me,” she whispered through the gray,
“Your hubris blinds you, human, to this day,
Without your reign, the world would thrive and sing,
In nature’s arms, a greener, bluer spring.”
He learned too late, his pride had sealed their fate,
As Mother Nature mourned, her tears abate,
In her embrace, a world reborn and free,
No longer bound by man’s audacity.
Serene Times 